Chapter 6 #3
He watches me for a moment, the realization dawning on him. His life is about to change.
“We’ll just find somewhere else to celebrate after a win,” Luca says, but there’s something else behind his stare that I can’t quite chase.
Kensley glances at Luca. “Any of your friends single?” she asks.
He laughs under his breath. “Sure, but it depends. Are you looking for a fling or a relationship?”
“I don’t need to get married,” she says, staring at Luca, and I feel like she’s taking a jab, but I’m not sure why. Kensley has been supportive one hundred percent with me about the engagement and finding out I have a son.
He laughs darkly and sips his beer. “Ashton’s only interested in a one-night hookup.
” He points at his other roommate, whom I’ve barely seen around the house.
“Liam is more into friends-with-benefits, from what I hear. Then there’s Chase, who is recently single, and I’d guess it’ll be rebound sex. He’s still quite hung up on his ex.”
Kensley glances at the guys Luca pointed out and then back at me. “I think you lucked out and picked a good one.” She pats my arm. “I’m going to mingle.”
“Sure,” I say and smile, watching her wander off into the crowd. I don’t know how she does it. I hate big crowds. The house right now feels overwhelming, but with Luca by my side, I’m at least feeling a bit better.
“How are you doing?” he asks, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Okay.”
He stares at me, waiting for a real answer, it seems.
“You know I’m not big on parties,” I confess.
“Do you want to go upstairs, hang out, just the two of us?” Luca asks.
Silently, I nod, and he takes my hand and whisks me upstairs to his bedroom. Stepping inside, he closes the door behind us, and the chatter and loudness seem to dissipate behind the closed door.
While I can still hear the commotion, it’s muffled.
My heartbeat slows to a steady rhythm. I hadn’t realized it was racing. “Can I sit?” I ask, gesturing to his bed.
“It’s your room too,” he says. “It will be soon enough.”
My mouth parts, and a soft sigh slips past. I hadn’t even considered that we’d be sharing a bedroom together.
“What?”
“I just thought that we’d have our own rooms in the new place.”
Luca’s eyes shine, but there’s no smile on his face. He steps closer and guides me to sit on the bed beside him. Maybe having some time alone, just the two of us, is a good idea.
We still have so much to talk about, and I feel like I barely see him anymore. At least, I don’t see him when it’s just the two of us, where we can talk freely.
“Your son, Zeke, will have a bedroom. Unless you’d rather share with him and we can sleep in separate rooms. Our marriage is for show, and anyone living under our roof already knows the truth about our relationship.”
“I just, I didn’t think you’d want to share a bed with me,” I whisper.
The only time he’s shown any affection has been when he’s been forced to because someone is watching and he’s putting on an act.
He reaches for my hand, taking it between his palms. “I do care deeply for you, Harper. Please don’t think my feelings aren’t real. I wouldn’t have done this, suggested the marriage, if I didn’t care about you.”
“I know,” I whisper, realizing this doesn’t just weigh heavily on me. It’s a burden that he’s forced to carry as well. My heart hurts, my stomach is in knots, and I stare down at my lap, not wanting him to see the pain etched all over my face. “I’m sorry.”
Tears trickle down my cheek, and I release my grip on his hand, wiping them away.
This isn’t how I thought my life would go.
Zeke was a surprise.
It had been an emotional rollercoaster, but I felt like I’d finally got back on track, and now, I’m spinning off course all over again.
Luca wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling me against him. His embrace is warm, firm, his breath tickles my neck as he holds me tight.
“Every day we spend together, I fall more in love with you,” I whisper between tears.
I’m met with his silence.
Which only leads to more tears that cascade like a waterfall, and as quickly as I try to hide them, they keep coming.
But he continues to hold me, not the least bit languishing in his tight grip. Instead, he pulls me onto his lap.
“I’ve got you,” he says, and his cheek brushes mine.
His skin is warm, and his touch draws me closer. I shift slightly, tilting my head up, our breaths mingling together.
I want to kiss him. I crave feeling his body against mine, every inch of him naked, but I fear that he’ll pull away from me as he’s done the past two weeks.
“Harper,” he moans my name as our lips haven’t so much as touched yet. But just the sound is enough to stir all of my senses.
I thread my fingers through his hair, closing the gap slowly, effortlessly as I drink him in. His mouth against mine is like fire, and I can’t get enough.
His hands roam over my body. One hand presses against my hip, holding me against him, keeping me firmly planted on his lap.
The pads of his fingers graze the hem of my shirt, finding bare skin as he inches the material up just slightly, his touch teasing the waistband of my jeans.
My lips are fused with his; heated kisses aren’t nearly enough.
I want him.
Need him.
His one hand remains on my hip, the other caresses my cheek, opening my mouth, deepening the kiss.
My need is matched only by his.
Desire blends with necessity as he drags me backward, farther onto the mattress and lies down, letting me lie above him.
He keeps one arm snaked around my hip, not letting me out of his grip.
I shift only slightly to fully straddle his hips, and Luca groans as I grind against him.
“If you don’t want to take things all the way tonight, then we need to stop right now,” Luca growls.
He’s trying to be a gentleman.
Fuck, I’ve been wanting him since the night I crawled into his bed, and I haven’t stopped wanting him, not once.
I shift only slightly so that I move my hands to my waist to remove the jersey.
“Leave that on,” Luca says and smiles up at me. “I like seeing you in my jersey. I’m going to fuck you in it if you’ll have me.”
My pussy clenches at his words, and my lips capture his. I work the button on my jeans free, unzipping them hastily and kicking them to the floor.
Clad in my panties and the Narwhals jersey, I grind against his hips, feeling what it’s doing to him.
“You’re going to kill me,” he groans.
I place a kiss on his lips and then move down his neck. I lift his t-shirt slowly, drawing a soft pattern of warm kisses and light touches across his chest as I help him disrobe.
He moans beneath my touch, his body responding to every caress of bare skin as I get him down to solely his boxers.
He flips me over, taking control, his hands moving from my hips up under my jersey. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.” He notices my bra and pinches the clasp.
He shifts off me long enough for me to remove my bra while he tosses his boxers at the door and then he climbs down my body, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties and guiding them down my thighs.
“Have you been a good girl for me?” Luca asks, staring down at me, straight into my soul.
I roll my lips together, unsure of what he’s asking.
“Have you touched yourself since I made you come?” Luca asks.
My eyes widen, and my breath catches in my throat.
“You have, haven’t you? When you’re my wife, the only one who will be making you come is me.”
I whimper, and my head lolls back as his breath tickles my inner thighs. He’s fucking teasing me and enjoying it.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He chuckles and kisses my thighs and inches closer to my heated center, but he’s taking his sweet ass time.
“You’re killing me,” I groan, growing restless.
“Then beg me,” he says, his gray eyes tearing into mine. “Are you going to beg me to fuck you with my tongue?”
His breath tickles my pussy lips as he lets his lips trail closer, and I lean upward into him.
“Not yet,” he commands. “You haven’t begged me for what you want.”
“I want to feel your tongue on me.” My voice is raspy; it betrays me as I’m already gasping for air, my heart racing, and he’s barely touched me.
“Good girl,” he whispers, and his mouth descends on my pussy. His tongue teases me, flicks and licks, his hands hold my hips, keeping me against him as I already begin to tremble.
My eyes close and my lips part, already feeling the warmth spreading through my body.
“Eyes on me, baby,” Luca says, and I struggle to meet his stare.
“I like when you listen to me.” A grin spreads across his face and his mouth descends once again, bringing me right to the edge before he pulls away.
“Asshole,” I mutter, and he chuckles.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re turned on and frustrated,” Luca says.
I throw up my middle finger at him, and he pounces on me, pinning me down, binding my hands with his grip.
“You’re so incredibly sexy,” he says, and I feel my body melt from his words alone. “Let’s see how ready you are for me.”
His fingers tease my folds, slipping one finger in as he curls it, and I shift slightly, finding that sweet spot.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, I stare up at him, but the struggle is real, and I let my eyes fall shut.
“Did you just purr?” Luca whispers into my ear as a soft moan spills past my lips. “God, that’s fucking hot.”
His mouth is on mine as he guides two thick fingers inside of me, stroking me.
His touch is like fire, sending sparks coursing through me as heat floods my entire body, and as he pushes a third finger inside, my walls clench down, feeling the ripple of my first orgasm descending on me.
He keeps stroking me with his fingers, curling them inside as his lips capture my mouth. His tongue pushes past my lips as I rise, my back arching into him as I chase the wave before it comes crashing down.
My heart slams against my chest, my body trembling in his grasp, as I moan and shudder, finally letting go.
It takes a few seconds for me to catch my breath, and Luca releases his hold on me.
“I love watching you come for me,” Luca says, kissing my lips as I nibble on his bottom lip with a wry smile.
“I want to taste you,” I say, moving down his body, rolling us around so that he’s on his back. I move down his body, my breath teasing over the head before my tongue swipes out to touch him. I leave a trail of kisses down his length, listening to each sound he makes, memorizing all of them.
With each stroke of my tongue, his breathing quickens. I let my fingers graze over the shaft, my touch soft yet firm as I bring him farther in past my lips.
“Fuck, Harper.” He moans, and his fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me away. “Not like this,” he mutters.
“You don’t want me to let you finish?” I ask, staring up at him, breathing heavy as he drags me back onto the bed on my back.
“You’re such a good fucking girl for me, but I want your pussy to swallow me,” he rasps into my ear. “I’d rather feel you wrapped around my cock.”
He pins me down against the bed, and I hate to admit I love the feeling of him dominating me. It’s new for me, letting someone else be in control, and Luca definitely checks all those boxes.
He reaches for the bedside table and retrieves a condom, sheathing it over his cock and poising himself at my entrance.
“You’re so sexy, Harper.” He stares down at me, one hand sliding up beneath the jersey, caressing my breast, while his other hand stays firmly planted on his cock.
He rubs the head over my pussy, making me antsy and restless.
I move my hips, trying to bring him closer and guide him inside of me, but he’d rather take his time and drag every second out to eternity.
Sweet fucking torture.
“I want you to fuck me, Luca,” I moan. “Please.” I sound desperate, but I feel even needier than I’ve ever felt in my life.
I’m clearly not above begging.
If that’s what it’ll take to get him to give me want I crave—his cock—then so be it.
“Good girl,” he whispers and covers my lips with his. “I like it when you beg me.”
But he’s still not driving his cock inside of me yet.
“Are you going to fuck me or talk about it?” I gasp, already breathless with need, and frustration begins mounting.
He chuckles as he guides his thick cock inside of me.
“Look how well you’re taking me,” he rasps into my ear and tugs the lobe between his teeth.
He moves with me, his hips pounding against mine with each thrust, and I’m clawing at his back, craving even more contact with him.
I take him deeper, bringing my legs around him, not letting him go as I match his movements, grinding against him.
“Keep doing that,” he growls, and I watch as euphoria clouds his features. He struggles to keep his eyes on me, his arms at either side as he keeps his momentum going, and he’s teetering on the edge.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he gasps, and I can see the struggle as his body grows closer.
I clench onto his cock, squeezing down as the orgasm begins rippling through me, and heat floods my senses.
“Come with me,” I whisper into his ear, my tongue teasing the sensitive spot on his neck that seems to rile him up. “I’m so close, Luca.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he pants, and I know he’s close too. He moans, and his breaths and the feel of him inside me are enough to send me over into oblivion again.
I don’t have to tell him I’m coming. My back arches off the mattress, my toes curling, the moan rips through me as my hands claw at his back and down to his ass, bringing him closer, tighter, needing to feel him buried as deep as possible within me.
And it’s only then that I feel Luca letting go. His body trembles and tightens, gasping for breath as he finally collapses above me.
After, he pulls me against him, the condom discarded and the lights turned off. There’s still music pulsating through the walls because the party hasn’t died down yet, but none of it matters.
It’s just the two of us together, in our own little world.
Luca’s arm holds me close as my back is nestled against him.
His slow, even breaths caress my neck as we lie together in bed. “Shit,” he mumbles against my neck and drops a lazy kiss over my bare skin.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, turning slightly to glance back at him.
He holds me tighter.
“Nova is downstairs. She’s going to need a bed for tonight. Usually, I let her crash in here and I take the couch.”
He rolls onto his back, and I shift around, draping a leg over his hips. “She can take the couch,” I say.
“Yeah, but if any of the guys stay over, I don’t want them pawing her or making her uncomfortable.”
He’s quiet for a moment, and I can’t help but think that he’s fallen asleep.
“Ashton knows how I feel about Nova staying here during parties. He’s a good friend. I’m sure he’ll offer his bed to sleep in.”